In the azure expanse, they dance and soar,
Feathers glistening like whispers of dreams,
A symphony of wings in eternal flight,
Painting the heavens with ephemeral streams.

Morning’s golden light casts shadows long,
Where sparrows sing their timeless song,
In the quietude before the dawn,
A chorus rises, pure and strong.

Through storm and calm, their journey persists,
Navigating winds with unyielding grace,
Messengers of freedom, they traverse the skies,
Unfettered by borders, transcending time and space.

As twilight falls, the horizon aglow,
A final flight before night’s gentle embrace,
Their silhouettes fade into the dusky hue,
Leaving the world in serene, avian grace.